Love is a fine assemblage
of base, wanton behaviors,
whether fashioned or bred,
either by will or by nurturing.
Yet to proclaim ‘I am in love!’
is but dispassionate mockery,
expressing ideals of beauty,
as written by ancient poets.
‘Tis an urgency to prove flesh,
as resigned to human endeavor,
yet to speak with more reserve,
spilling roses from the tongue.
‘Tis feigned as easily as anger,
but with gentle, precise fondle,
from subtle, deliberate hands,
’til thy intended swoons or errs.
Yet, I shan’t now debate love,
nor its need to sate reverence,
for ’tis but folly and flounder,
fair consequence of being human.